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I have to burn it off or it builds and builds until I combust.
That’s when the self destruction begins.
“Any of those ideas we can start now?”
“While I’m driving?”
I shift my hips closer as his hand slides to my inner thigh.
“Dirty boy.” The humor in his voice is mildly humiliating, but that doesn’t stop me from grabbing his hand and putting it exactly where I want it: cupped over my crotch where his fingers could do incredible work on me.
“Horny boy,” I correct.
He strokes over the little bulge my dick makes because I’m hard and wearing a tight pair of leggings.
We drive in silence for a few minutes, him making small, non-committed motions on my cock, and me desperately trying not to chase and grind into his hand.
When the car comes to a stop, I’m nearly disappointed, but then I realize we’ve pulled off to the side of the road and aren’t back at the dorms.
“I’ll touch you, sweetheart,” Corvin says and turns slightly in his seat, removing his hand. “But you have to do something for me in return.”
I glare but know that if it gets his hands on me, the answer will be yes. “What is it?”
“Tell me what happened.”
My veins turn ice cold, yet somehow the heat in my gut remains. I swallow roughly.
“You want the ugly details?”
“I need to know what might trigger you. You like when I’m rough with you, but I need to know if something I do to you might send you back there.”
I don’t want to remember. Why do you always make me remember?
“I asked for it,” I blurt as a slimy feeling slips under my skin. “I asked them to fuck me. To use me.”
I can’t look at him.
“Did you ask them to break your ribs?”
I didn’t stop them.
“Let’s try something else.”
The haze that had started to roll in thins out, and I finally look over at his calm, composed face.
Once he has my attention, he reaches down and pulls something under his seat that pushes it back, and then he raises a crooked finger.
“Come.”
The command in his deep baritone feeds the heat consuming my body. The promise of what he can do to me urges me across the center console and into his lap. His hands rest on my hips, and mine rest on his shoulders.
“Good boy. I’m going to ask you some questions, alright? All you have to do is answer, and you’ll get a reward. It doesn’t matter what the answer is, whether I like it or not. Answer, and I’ll give it to you.”
“What kind of reward?”
There’s that half smile again.
“One you’ll like. Are you ready?”
